The only one left is peace

The time was up; you could see the coming end in her eyes. There was nothing more I could do, except to hold her hand and try not to cry. She lifted her head, looked at me for the very last time, gave me a little, tired smile and before I had found the strength to smile her back, she was gone. In a better place now, for sure, because the last smile that my grandmother had sent the world remained on her wrinkled face. No more pain, worries or fear - in the end the only one left is peace.